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Chapter 5 Little Jade Buddha

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    Disturbed thoughts disappeared, calmed down, calmed down, neither impatient nor worried, Meng Qi gradually felt the transformation of true energy, passed through the Ren and Du channels respectively, condensed into Jinjinyu liquid in the upper and lower jaws, and poured out a mouthful of clear and sweet "  honeydew".

    "Manna" slowly soaks into the Ren meridian, and fills in the key points according to Meng Qicunsi.

    If there is a deficiency in the body, the "nectar" is not sweet, and must be replenished through such transformation of true qi, strengthening the mind and body, and Meng Qi's current condition shows that his body is in the best state at present.

    "This body seems to have completed the 'Hundred Days of Foundation Building'?" Meng Qi, a little novice who doesn't love Buddhism very much, opened his eyes, reminiscing about the situation just now. According to Uncle Xuan En's description, "I" should have passed it"  At the stage of building the foundation in a hundred days, you can start to "storage energy in meditation".

    However, Meng Qi thought for a while, and still stabilized his mind. The "Hundred Days of Foundation Building" completed in the past is in the past. If he wants to go further on the road of martial arts, he must personally experience every step, and he cannot tolerate any jumps.  Walk more steadily and go further.

    Seeing that a quarter of an hour had passed, Xuan En knocked on the wooden fish, waking everyone up with a clear and heart-warming sound, and then asked each of them one by one about the status of samadhi, including whether they could enter samadhi, and the quality of the "nectar" generated, and gave guidance to each of them.

    In the end, he nodded and said: "Everyone will try again when they go back, and we will start to learn how to read."

    Opening the scriptures in front of him for literacy, Meng Qi found out that he basically understood the characters on it.

    This made him feel happy, at least he has not become illiterate, he needs to learn from scratch, the current self is enough to "dominate" the lecture hall!

    "Pick up the brush and practice this character." Xuan En instructed.

    The joy in Meng Qi's heart dissipated immediately. The last time he wrote brush characters was when he was in primary school. Sure enough, the characters he wrote were extremely ugly.

    "It needs more practice." Xuan En walked past Meng Qi with his hands behind his back.

    Meng Qi nodded dejectedly, and was startled suddenly. If Xuanzang saw this writing, would he suspect anything?  This body of mine was probably born in a noble family, and even the "Hundred Days of Foundation Building" has been completed, it is impossible not to practice calligraphy since childhood!

    Opening his mouth with difficulty, Meng Qi felt that it was useless to explain to Xuan En, but wanted to cover it up, so he seized the time to practice calligraphy. If Xuanzang asked, it can be said that he was not used to the work in the handyman's courtyard at the beginning, and his arms were sore and weak.  So no words.

    When it was almost noon, when Xuan En announced that the young novice monks could leave, Meng Qi quietly took away the white paper on which he practiced calligraphy, intending to destroy the body and wipe out any traces.

    After lunch, Meng Qi, Zhen Hui and the others were assigned to clean up the temple until the sun went down.

    After a busy day, Xuanxin gathered the crowd together again, and continued to tell about his history of prestige in the world.

    " That's all for Shuiyue Temple. If you meet them in the future, just keep them at a respectful distance, and King Kong Temple is not on good terms with my Shaolin. You must be careful."

    ah?  Although the handyman monks had heard a lot of anecdotes and family anecdotes before they became monks, no one knew that the relationship between Shaolin Temple and King Kong Temple, which are also the four major temples of Buddhism, is so bad that they need to be careful!

    Seeing their wide-open eyes, Xuanxin nodded with satisfaction and said, "Xue Daotuo Tuo was originally a wild fox Zen, but he had a once-in-a-lifetime adventure, obtained the fifth form of "Tathagata God's Palm", and realized two fundamental methods from it.  Created the lineage of the King Kong Temple, so they have been coveting the third form of the "Tathagata God's Palm" that I have kept secretly in Shaolin. They wanted to compare and understand how to prove the "Tathagata Golden Body".  No."

    "The golden body of the Tathagata" Meng Qi frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit mysterious, and at the same time, he was inexplicably enthusiastic.

    Suddenly, someone knocked at the gate of the courtyard, Xuan Xin jumped up in fright, looked there with panic, and blurted out: "Junior Brother Xuanku, I have not violated the precept"

    Before he finished speaking, his expression sank: "My nephew, what are you doing in my handyman's yard?"

    Meng Qi looked back, and saw a fairly familiar young novice monk standing at the gate of the courtyard. He was the child who entered the temple with himself, Zhenhui, Zhende and others. He was one of the biggest two among them.  Fifteen.  Today, when he was studying in the lecture hall, he chatted very congenially with the other young monks in the handyman's yard, and he did not discriminate against them.

    It seems to be called "Zhen Yong"?  Meng Qi recalled his dharma name.

    Zhenyong is thin and tall, with an ordinary appearance, but when he smiles, he will show his white teeth, which are extraordinarily brilliant: "Uncle Xuanxin, I heard from several juniors that you are well-informed, and you know the allusions of martial arts like the back of your hand."  , and I love to hear these things the most, so if I was eager to come to the door rashly, please forgive me and allow me to listen."

    At this time, the monastery is a self-arranged "? Soon.  "

    "Well, that senior brother has to tell you something, something" Meng Qi started a long speech, but as he talked, he found that Zhenhui's eyelids were drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.

    He couldn't listen at all The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched, he frowned and thought about it, and soon came up with a good idea: "This guy seems to be very interested in the stories of Jianghu, so I can incorporate the worldly knowledge into it!"

    In fact, Meng Qi would not have cared at all if he hadn't been in a foreign land, alone, and others didn't understand the world, but now, he wanted to use this method to relieve the distress of inexplicable time travel.

    "Little brother, I once heard the story of a hero, do you want to hear it?" Meng Qi asked with a smile.

    Zhenhui opened his eyes and nodded vigorously: "Thank you, brother!"

    This guy always speaks so out of tune Meng Qi scratched his bald head, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said in an ethereal voice: "A long time ago, there was a Taoist priest Qiu Chuji who passed by a place called Niujia Village"

    This story seemed to bridge the two worlds, and Meng Qi was so intoxicated by it for a moment that he forgot that he was just telling a story to Zhenhui.

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    Three months later, Meng Qi grew taller, and the "Hundred Days Foundation Building" was only half completed due to lack of time.

    And the little novice Zhenhui admired Meng Qi more and more because of the wonderful and intense "jianghu stories" one by one, and almost obeyed him.

    However, Meng Qi still didn't get the chance to leave the Handyman's House and enter the Monk's House.

    "Junior Brother Zhending, where are you going?" Zhenyong walked into the handyman's yard, just in time to see Meng Qi and Zhenhui holding brooms ready to go out, it was just after lunch.

    Meng Qi replied a little excitedly: "Uncle Xuanxin arranged for us to clean the Buddhist scriptures pavilion."

    Speaking of this matter, Meng Qi had an unexpected surprise. After lunch just now, Xuanxin ordered himself and Zhenhui to clean the Sutra Pavilion, and said that it would belong to both of them in the future.

    Although Xuanxin clearly stated that they were only responsible for the storage of Buddhist scriptures on the lower two floors, and the upper floors were cleaned by eminent monks, Meng Qi couldn't help being excited. The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion that is rumored to store the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!  How many martial arts fantasy stories, where people get adventures!

    "I don't know if "Tathagata God's Palm", "Yi Jin Jing", "Mo Ke Fu Mo Fist" and "Dream Manual" are in the Cangjing Pavilion" Meng Qi thought as if wandering around.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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